2,14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.' {S}

2,15 'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'

2,16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.

2,17 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices. {S}

3,1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth; I sought him, but I found him not.

3,2 'I will rise now, and go about the city, in the streets and in the broad ways, I will seek him whom my soul loveth.' I sought him, but I found him not.

3,3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: 'Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?'

3,4 Scarce had I passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

3,5 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.' {S}

3,6 Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

3,7 Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; threescore mighty men are about it, of the mighty men of Israel.

3,8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war; every man hath his sword upon his thigh, because of dread in the night. {S}

3,9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin of the wood of Lebanon.

3,10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, the top thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, the inside thereof being inlaid with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.

3,11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and gaze upon king Solomon, even upon the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart. {S}

6,2 'My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

6,3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.' {S}

6,4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

6,5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

6,6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

6,7 Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

6,8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.

6,9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. {S}

6,10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners? {S}

6,11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

6,12 Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.

7,1 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.

7,2 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.

7,3 Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

7,4 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.

7,5 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

7,6 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

7,7 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7,8 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

7,9 I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;

7,10 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'

7,11 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. {S}

7,12 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

7,13 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.

7,14 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

8,1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, and none would despise me.

8,2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, that thou mightest instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

8,3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

8,4 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Why should ye awaken, or stir up love, until it please?' {S}

8,5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; there thy mother was in travail with thee; there was she in travail and brought thee forth.

8,6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave; the flashes thereof are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

8,7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would utterly be contemned. {S}

8,8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

8,9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

8,10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof; then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. {P}

8,11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he gave over the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof brought in a thousand pieces of silver.

8,12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

8,13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice: 'Cause me to hear it.'

8,14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a gazelle or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. {P}